JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE

Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:

• You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
• We now have a Quick Game Facts that simplifies the basic information about the game. Good if you want to see what the game is at a glance!
• Ryslig's FAQ is located here, so please take a look if you have questions.


• The Reserve date is 01/29.
• Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
• Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 6 coins by replying to potential character threads! You cannot use this to go over the bonus 20 coins per month total, but you can use it to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.

Sample scenarios:

SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.

Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes."

SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together. Or maybe they want you for lunch...

SCENARIO THREE: The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.

SCENARIO FOUR:The claws, the fangs, the pangs of hunger - horrible as they all are, it's manageable given enough time and perseverance. Local monster hunters, though, not so much.

Maybe it started with a few wayward glances on the outskirts of town, critical stares and disapproving whispers, or just the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever it was, deserved or entirely unprovoked, you're being hunted: a handful of aggressive, well-armed humans doggedly chase your trail throughout city streets and out into the open, and if you're not careful (if you don't find help soon) you might wind up as the next trophy kill claim on one of those hunter's walls.

Comments

[ghostwriting]

[apology not accepted, sir. to his credit, Stine takes it like a champ, not even flinching when a pretty decent amount of water hits him square in the face. all he does is close his eyes and draw his lips into a tight line, reaching calmly for his wet glasses with one hand to draw them off his face and wipe the dripping lenses off with the edge of his sleeve.]

Maybe a goldfish bowl. [and then, a little crossly:] A big one.

[he puts his glasses back on, opens his eyes, and— yikes. Stine's expression as he takes in the ragged slits on Fiddleford's neck speaks for itself, though he doesn't draw back or comment on them just yet. tactless as he can be, even he knows an awful, awful problem when he sees one.]

[terribibble]

[Yeah, they're... they're not great. The water's done quite a bit toward making them feel better, but he could still probably do with some painkillers once he manages to drag himself back to the clinic.]

Or some sort of portable water supply, like a diver's air tank only for goin' out of the water instead of in.

[His face lights up a little at the thought. That's something he might actually be able to make if he put some work into it and managed to get the materials together...

He stands up fully and pushes his still-damp bangs out of his face, then removes his glasses to wipe those on a dry part of his sleeve.]

[ghostwriting]

[ah, they've got the same problem. Stine eases up a little as he watches, thinking hard on the problem at hand. and it is a big problem for the guy, who honestly seems to be taking it with more gusto than someone in his situation would. that's admirable no matter which way you slice it.]

Actually, that sounds like it would work very well. [he steps around the rain barrel, half-circling Fiddleford, trying to make a point out of not staring at the gills, the blistery, torn flesh beneath them.] You could fill a tank with water and connect it to a hose that would feed it into whatever you use as a helmet. It would be a reverse oxygen tank, just like you said.

[terribibble]

[Oh, don't be fooled: before Stine got here he spent a good ten minutes straight-up yelling into the water and in general having a really bad time. All it'll take is a sudden noise or a weird-looking shadow to get him jumpy again, but right now there's engineering to talk about. That's one of the few things that brings back the old Fiddleford.]

I'd have to scare up the materials for a prototype but I reckon I could have one done soon enough. Might be somethin' other merpeople will want.

[If they have the same problem with drying out as he's beginning to realize he's got now then there's definitely a market for something like this. And the next logical conclusion is: what might other monsters need that he might be able to provide? Heat pads for molting harpies missing half their insulation or gargoyles that have gone cold-blooded like lizards? Miniature sanders for trolls who want to do their own horn and stone upkeep? Something to simulate a heartbeat for dead monsters who feel uncomfortable without one? The sky's the limit here.]

'Pologies, my manners are all over the place lately. Been all outta sorts lately what with...

[He waves a webbed hand descriptively as though to indicate 'all of Ryslig', then holds it out. There's something nervous even in that gesture, like he isn't entirely sure he wants to do it but the fact that it would be impolite not to is overriding that.]

Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. I, ah, don't usually go around stickin' my head in barrels.